“Seconds… that’s how long he lasts, right?”
“You fucker.”Trent dove for Cujo and managed to pull him into a headlock.
“If the cap fits,” Cujo managed to grind out with his head trapped between Trent’s body and arm.
Trent smacked him across the top of his head and let him go.Cujo stood, grinning, and creaked his neck from side to side.
“Honestly H, you ever want a real man, you know where I am.I got things going on down there you can only dream about.”With a wink, he left to talk to Pixie.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she fished it out as Trent kissed her forehead.
“I’m gonna get another beer.Want anything?”
Smiling, she shook her head.“No, thanks.”
She swiped her phone.
Did you like your flowers?So sad that Taylor died.Don’t you think?
She looked out to where Trent stood at the bar, talking to the bartender.She and Trent were just finding their way together.She couldn’t live with herself if he got hurt looking out for her.Yet the usual compulsion to up and run wasn’t there.For the first time in a really long time, she wanted to fight.
***
“Hello, stranger.”A long red fingernail stroked his arm.Definitely not Harper.Trent handed the bartender a twenty and turned to look at the girl all up in his personal space.
She looked familiar, but he was struggling to place her.Then her friend appeared, and it fell into place.She was the redhead from his birthday weekend.What was it?Jennifer?Janice?
“Joanne.”She pouted.“I can’t believe you don’t remember me.”
In his memory she’d been pretty hot, but tonight she looked tacky in a green dress that was struggling to contain her.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” she purred, stroking the fingernail down his cheek.This was unlikely to end well.
Trent shook his head and grabbed her hands in his, keeping them away from his body as he moved a step away.
Cujo didn’t seem to be having the same problem with his reunion.Her blond friend was already kissing him, her hands opening the top button of his shirt.
“Look.This isn’t a great time for this.”He was trying to figure out how she had found him.They hadn’t met at this bar.
“I get it.It’s a surprise seeing me.Is there somewhere more private we can go for a few minutes to get reacquainted?”
“No.My situation has changed since the last time we met.”
“Ah, honey, I’m sure whatever situation you’re in is just like me.Flexible.”She took another aggressive step toward him.He took a step farther away.
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ve met some—”
She cut him off by pushing him against the bar and slamming her cherry-red lips to his.
***
“What the heck is going on?”Harper surveyed the wreckage in front of her.
A willowy blonde in a white bandage dress was wrapped around Cujo, running her fingertips across his naked scalp as he kissed her senseless.
Worse was the skinny redheaded bitch, currently sucking face with her man.
Drea was right behind her.“What the fuck?”her best friend gasped.
